The universal despair which has crept over the world--a world which has watched the sayings of many years dwindle or disappear within a year or two, which has found its jobs become daily less secure--induces people to draw a slender comfort from that hope which is supposed to spring eternal in the human breast. The hope formulates in the possibility of hearing that Fortune's wheel will now turn for them. Perchance the fates will relent tomorrow, relentless though they have been in the past. The old stand-bys such as religion and a good bank-balance are going or have already gone. Can one blame them if, in their anxiety, they summon planetary support to allay their fears.?